Page 4 of Ronan

Staying off social media is harder than I thought. I’ve been staring at the little red dot above the app for hours, barely doing my job, and I still can’t bring myself to open it.

I can’t fucking believe I posted that comment.

With any luck, it violated community standards and he never saw it anyway, but Nightbreed keeps his extensive following by replying to everyone, no matter what they say.

Even though he definitely won’t pick me as the winner, I’m still worried and embarrassed about what his return comment will be.

Fuck it.

I toss my phone onto the couch and turn back to my computer, staying focused until the end of my shift. Funny how I clock out at exactly wine-thirty, isn’t it ?

Grabbing two bottles and one glass, I sit my ass down and drink until I feel brave enough to look.

It takes longer than I’d like to admit.

With my heart in my throat and my stomach turning, I navigate to my notifications and see... nothing.

The dot I panicked about all day turned out to be a video of cats smacking each other sent to me by a co-worker.

What the hell?

I don’t see anything telling me the comment was removed, so I head to his page, find the video, and start scrolling comments. As usual, he responded to everyone... everyone except for me.

Jesus Christ on a thousand crackers, this is worse than any alternative I thought of.

My comment was funny if nothing else, and he couldn’t even like it? There’s no reason for that unless — oh god.

Did I win?

Is that why?

Did he decide not to respond because he’s going to do it over FaceTime?

Shit!

Fumbling, I scroll back to find my comment and attempt to delete it, but my phone rings before I can .

It’s a FaceTime from a number I don’t know.

In my haste to swipe it away, I accidentally answer, spilling wine all over myself in the process. “Fuck! Shit, no stop,” I beg audibly, gasping when Nightbreed’s face fills my screen.

Can’t even give a girl a warning.

“Stop?” he asks, his voice deep and alluring. “But we’re just getting started, my feral little winner.”

Oh my god. This is how I die. Not on a cock, or in an accident, or of old age. I’m going to die of embarrassment right this second. How the hell did he even get my number? “You could’ve warned a girl.”

“Nah, that’s not my style. I wanted to see that blush.”

I can’t tell if he’s purposely making his voice deeper or if it’s this way naturally, but either way I feel it traveling down my spine.

And he’s definitely getting what he wanted. “Oh. Well, hi,” I mumble, looking down to gauge the damage I did to my shirt. It’s soaked, but there’s not much I can do about it now. “I... promise I’m cooler than this. Usually. Sometimes. When I’m prepared, anyway. ”

“Things usually go smoother with a little prep. I’m more of a dive-in-head-first kind of guy. What did you spill?”

He nods down, and even though he’s wearing sunglasses again, I know what he wants to see.

Okay. I can do this, right? He’s a stranger to me. He doesn’t know me, I don’t know him. It’s anonymous and fun, and I can definitely do this.

Tilting the phone down a little, I let him see the red-soaked shirt clinging to my skin. “Just a little wine.”

He hums. “Red wine looks good on you. What should I call you, pretty girl?”

Something tells me I shouldn’t give him my real name, but I can’t help it. I want to hear him say it. “Atley. Is there something I can call you that isn’t Nightbreed?”

His chuckle should be illegal. “Are you dissing my name, Atley?”

Yeah, that was worth it. My thighs clench as I nod, keeping my expression playful. “You had the whole wide world of words at your fingertips and you went with Nightbreed. Do you breed people in the night?”

“It’s my favorite hobby,” he admits, his body leaning back like he’s making himself comfortable. “Nah, a guy can dream though, right?”

My stomach flips violently for reasons I don’t quite understand. “So it’s literal then, or at least would be. You’re not seeing anyone?”

“It would be if someone like you became my girl, but unfortunately for me that’s a dream too. I wouldn’t make these videos if I was seeing someone, my body would be all hers.”

That’s weirdly refreshing to hear, except for the part where it has me spiraling. If someone like me became his girl? Is that possible? What—

Blinking, I grin a little bit. “Funny, you didn’t strike me as a gentleman.”

“Oh, I’m not.” Something about the chuckle that leaves him makes me smile. It’s warm, inviting and familiar in a way I don’t understand. “Just loyal to the things I commit to. What about you? You got a man I should be worried about?”

“If I had someone in real life, I’d probably have better things to do than make necrophilia comments on a stranger’s thirst trap. I’d be making them to his face.”

He laughs a little harder this time. “Fair point. Oh, about that comment. I’m not into fucking corpses, but we can compromise with some somno. I have just the drug for it.”

Someone somewhere is going to watch this part of my documentary and call me a stupid bitch for not hanging up. I know that. I’d do the same thing. But this is just a fantasy, just a phone call, and something I’m almost too interested in.

Thank god Ronan can’t hear this.

“I’m not into it either,” I admit. “I was just trying to get your attention.”

“Well, it worked. You have it all, pretty girl. You’d be surprised at how many recycled comments were in that thread. All of them wanted it raw with eye contact, yet none of them have even seen my eyes.”

“To be fair, I brought up your cock and I’ve never seen that.”

I can’t see his mouth, but I know he’s smiling. “A girl can dream too, huh?”

“Who says they have to be dreams?” My heart beats a little harder as I slip off the couch, turn to face it, and prop my phone against the back. Slowly, I grip the bottom of my soaked shirt and lift up.

“Fuck,” he growls, sitting up straighter. “Those are perfect. I didn’t know you were pierced. ”

How could he?

“I just got them a couple of years ago as a present to myself.” Blushing, I sit back on my heels, realizing I can’t see his eyes at all. For the first time, that actually bothers me.

“That’s it, though. I don’t even have my ears pierced.”

“No? Want me to show you my piercing?”

No matter where it’s at, it’s a part of his body he doesn’t show online. I’d be an idiot to say no. “Please?”

“That word sounds good on your lips, Atley. Say it one more time for me.”

He props his phone up across from him and leans back in his chair, his beautifully tattooed torso on display for me in crystal clear HD.

I take a slow breath as I watch him spread his legs, and decide that reality doesn’t matter right now. Nothing does but this. “Please.”

There’s already a bulge in his grey sweats, his wide palm sliding along it teasingly. “Only because you asked so nicely.”

He reaches inside and pulls himself out, stealing my breath for a moment. It’s long, thick, and curves to the right, but it’s the piercing that throws me off. It’s not on his cock like I expected, it’s just above it on his pelvis .

I don’t need to ask why. I can already picture myself grinding my clit on it as I ride him, taking that gorgeous cock so deep inside me I can’t feel anything but him.

“Is this what you imagined?”

He wraps his fingers around the base and slides up, snapping me out of my daydream.

“No, it’s better,” I admit. “Am I what you expected?”

“So much better. Twist that nipple bar for me.”

He grips the head of his cock and pauses to watch me, hopefully not noticing my shaky fingers and hitched breathing. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.

The twist makes my pussy clench and my eyelids flutter, a deep hum leaving his chest that I wish I could feel. “Are you wet, pretty girl? Feel down there and show me.”

Oh, I’m wet. As I slip my fingers into my shorts, I allow myself to fully lean into this. We’re already this far, and even if I run into him in public one day, I won’t know who he is. I have no reason to be embarrassed, no reason to deprive myself of this.

Clearly, my pussy agrees. When I dip my fingers inside myself and pull them back out, they’re shiny enough I know he can see it through the camera. “Like this? ”

“Fuck me, Atley.” He releases a sigh and squeezes himself tighter. “What I wouldn’t give to suck those fingers clean. Do it for me.”

What’s it say about me that I’ve been praised more in the last five minutes by a stranger than I have ever been by anyone in person?

Probably that I have god-awful taste in men.

Smirking a little, I flick my tongue over the tip of my pointer finger and hum, watching the parts of him that I can see for a reaction. As his muscles tighten and his cock twitches, I suck my fingers into my mouth and pretend they’re the perfect cock I’m staring at.

It elicits a growl that makes my toes curl. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

He tugs off his sunglasses and turns away to set them aside, my breathing stopping entirely until he’s meeting my gaze again and I lock eyes with piercing white ones.

Contacts.

Fucker.

But I’m also aware he’s never filmed a video like this before, so it’s his way of giving me something no one else has had yet .

My heart flutters as I nod and slip my fingers back out. “I can be. I’m not always a good girl. Most people don’t deserve it.”

“Damn right they don’t,” he agrees, twisting his fist with a shuddered breath. “I bet you’d be my good girl though. What toys do you have?”

Not enough. “Just a vibrator and a plug right now.”

“I’m gonna need you to suck something while you play with your pussy for me. If I put a care package together and told you where to pick it up tomorrow, would you?”

Tomorrow? My stomach squirms as I nod. Does that mean this won’t just be one phone call? “Where are you though? We’re probably not close.”

His eyebrows pinch together in a frown that’s gone in a blink. “Shit, I didn’t think of that. We have the same area code, so I assumed you were near Saint City.”

“I am,” I say quickly. “So yes, I can do that.” Holy shit, he’s here? He could’ve been anywhere in the world and he’s here?

I hate that I can’t see the smile I know is there. I feel it, feel he’s just as pleased as I am, and yet I want nothing more than to tug that skull mask down. “Thank fuck. So you know St. Andrew’s? ”

Everyone does. It’s a school of absolute debauchery, meant to train submissives for powerful men.

It’s also the epicenter of crime in our town, full of criminals and mobsters and who knows what else.

I actually thought of applying there once, but decided against it.

I’d rather find my partner organically and because I love them, not because I was groomed for them. “Yes, I know it.”

“Good.”

He tells me he’s going to leave it behind the right side gate at noon, and as he talks I can’t help but stare at his thumb as it rubs the wetness at the tip of his cock.

What did he want me to do again? Oh yeah. I shift a little so I can wiggle out of my shorts, careful not to show him too much. He is still a stranger, after all. Once I’m free, I pinch my clit as I suck my fingers into my mouth again, letting out a little moan.

“Beautiful,” he whispers. “Let me see your pussy. All of it... don’t be shy.”

Fuck. So much for that idea.

Screw it.

Standing up, I turn in a slow circle to let him see all of me, then put my back to the camera and bend over, bracing on the coffee table. I’ve never felt so exposed in my life .

“Atley,” he grunts. “Goddamn, you have a pretty little asshole. I want to eat you up, woman. Has anyone ever licked you there?”

Jesus. I’m glad he can’t see how red my face gets. “Just once.” I leave out the fact that no one had a good time and turn around instead, dropping back in frame. “Shame this is just a FaceTime, huh?”

“A shame for sure. I think we’d both be in trouble if it wasn’t. My name wouldn’t just be a dream anymore.”

The thought of him coming inside me makes me squirm. Would he keep the mask on then too, or would he let the facade go? “How much time do we have left?”

Cursing under his breath, he realizes that we’ve gone over on time. “We’ve gone over, pretty girl. Fuck.”

My heart drops. After all that, neither of us get a cumshot. Did I talk too much? Say something wrong? I find it hard to believe it’s been a full half hour already, so maybe he just doesn’t want to talk to me anymore.

Fuck.

“Okay,” I say softly. “I had a million other questions for you so please don’t think I only commented for your body. You’re important too. Thank you for... picking me. ”

God, that was awkward. I’m naked, of course it was.

Slowly, he tucks himself away. “I’d like to hear those questions someday. I’m glad you won. Think of me when you come tonight, I promise I’ll be thinking of you.”

He winks and disconnects the call before I can say anything else, leaving me feeling breathless and confused.

What just happened?